It's down the Ammo Dump I got my SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat Hit em it in the muthafuckin house All duck MC's get flat,
And still me A rappin brother from L.A., the T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still back the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a Wack rappers sellin out me to pull tools For no Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you look Bitch, shit's wack Let dance, and you other fools ease back The microphone in some twist in a fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit And make rappers pray Many talk shit, but step this way I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the map Got hoes locked like a muthafuckin bear Ice T hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm hard to Huh, watch the Ice
Watch the Ice
Yo, let's see now who's to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're wack Quick to shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, hoe I a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, it's no sale, kid to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done beats or loud guitars I drop the hits Case you forgot, I invented gangsta shit You wanna to me? New jack, walk Come in five LP's, then we can talk You're new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta out You got paid, you made out You went broke your one jam played out Now searchin for that one more hit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of I come original, then I break the Too many MC's hit, then They're just Hah, the Ice break
the Ice break
Syndicate off 1993 On some old fly smooth All the muthfuckas out there down us You know what I'm We're strong All the busters out there that got static to say We're settin this shit off this year KRS-One says: Sucker duck down ain't takin no shit I'm on busters, point-blank me and it's on up
Now the break of dawn And the mic is on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are strong Many that choke from the mic smoke who tried to get with me Lost in infinity Or they breath Try to step to the Ice equals sure Cause ??it's I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your room I love the kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to ill up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, Cause if I my gun, you die No try I cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and murderin MC's catchin bodies from state to state Throw on a ski mask and the streets late And do me up a whole damn The Boys was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause me, and I meet you one day And bet life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, not your fate That you're around when the Ice
the Ice breaks